What Should we call em?

Weekend Edition is going to be more light-heated. So the wondering Whale is Alive and Well. The Whale is tired but has been given the go ahead by specialist to be released in about three hours (2pm EST). The whale, which is the deepest diving whale, is the first in living memory in the Thames River. Specialist says that being out of the ocean for this whale is like being in the Sahara Desert for us.

The Londoner's are in love with this Whale, running alone bridges and riverbanks to just get a glimpse. What if this whale is running from some kind of weather condition that is occurring in his/her home? I don't know, but people are trying to make sense of this. Maybe the euro strength or the want to be in Atlanta’s new Aquarium is why. Let's call him Big Ben

Insanity has made me start writing this blog about me again. I also have to give Reggie a lot of credit for inspiring me. I have always said that everyone needs his or her own biographer. Well, who better than me. Yesterday, I may have made a mistake but In my mind, I dod not even think to say information on a computer that I loaned a friend and business partner. Of course Franklin was upset about the deletion when he wanted to play some music for our guest. Franklin is very hard to work with. He is so different from me and I say this all the time. Franklin is my womb mate, but my 25 years of research results have been coming up inconclusive. When is the foundation for life set? How can two brothers look at the world through such different lens? Is this life changing or has changed me? Is this change good or bad?

I have to say living at 3050 has been quite an experience. It has had its highs and lows. In an effort to help Rasi (Ragtop) with his music, I had to install Soundtrack and Final Cut Pro. This program for those that understand computer terms is 37GB. 37GB is very very large. The computer that I am currently working only has a hard drive (Storage) that holds 80GB. With a music library of over 10GB and other programs and files that use even more memory, this memory intensive program was on the top of the list, if we wanted to work. Franklin accuses me of not wanted to work. To work you have to have certain conditions in my matrix. You have to have tools that work for you.

I have Shirley Wilborn in me. I want to help people to a fault. I loaned this computer to a friend and business partner for the weekend. 2 months later I get the computer back and try to install the program with no success. With Franklin sitting on the sidelines trying to direct people in an inefficient manner, I reinstalled the operating system to try to get the program up and running. Am I wrong? Do you trust that your information will always remain on someone else’s computer? How long do you impede your personal progress for others dreams?

In the words of Gary Coke, “Don’t let people rent space in your brain?

My Life

I have been home alone for 2 days now. Home for me is a refuge. A place to hide from the world and let your guard down. I really love the concept of home. I was on the phone late last night with a friend (anonymous) who knows a young man who is "homeless." Anyone who knows me knows that I love my firends as if they were family. And as I listened to my friends story I started to feel for the homeless person. I look at my life and ask myself how can a person get that low. How can a person have no one to turn to. God has been so good to me. He has saved me and it reminds me of a tape of former pastor's son, that says "you always have to thank god for what he is doing, what he continues to do, But most importantly what he has not done."

(In writing this blog I just made up my mind that I will write anyway I want to and spell things as they are typed. Hell what comes out, comes out. That is the beauty of life.)

I dont want to turn this blog into a gosel story, but right now God is so good. I could be homeless. I don't have a job, but I have a dream. I could be going from city to city and calling my front seat the living room and the back seat the bedroom.

The Lord has provided me with family and friend that I would not trade for the world. As I am typing this entry, my thoughts go to Marissa. She makes me happy and mad in the same breath. I know that their is a reason that God has made her my mate. Let me think about what I want to say. To be continued . . . maybe.

And that another day started in my life,

C

Day 1

This is my new blog. I plan to post often if not every day. I love this blog because you can see what thoughts are and what they become day to day.